You are a child of the king
The Lord has made you in his image
You are loved beyond measure
You are seen
You are forgiven
You are wanted
You are created with a purpose

You are so much more than this darkness
Keep going, you've got this!

Sometimes we feel like we aren't worth anything
Yet we are
We are worth so, so much
I promise

Wasn't shy,
Was afraid,
Not a worker,
But a slave.

Hate penetrates the great gates of the fakes,
The fakes make mistakes, as the inmates plan their escapes,
The gates open, knights with gold plates and sharp blades,
Hope fades as they throw their last grenade,
Then they're afraid, when they realize they were played...

The pain consumes my heart,
As I am torn apart,
Lord, have mercy on my soul,
'Cause, my Lord, I am no longer in control.



The hate once never had a hold on me,
I thought I was free,
As of now, I don't remember the feeling of happy,
'Cause everything makes me so angry.



I have to take control,
No matter the pain of the happiness they stole.

My word to you shimmers bright,
My lies, cold as night,
Dont be afraid, I do not lie,
I give you my word, and reach to the sky.